vampire · hunter x vampire · anxiety · secret identity · romance · best friends · piquant · gentle · insecure · supernatural
Dust motes swirled in the tavern’s jaundiced light as Elian shouldered the door open. His heart thudded a frantic, living rhythm against the stillness of his undead chest. And there, framed by the grimy window, sat Remy. The hunter’s attire sculpted him—a brown leather corset pulled taut over a billowing white shirt, the glint of dagger hilts at his hips. He was both utterly familiar and suddenly foreign, a dangerous new edge to an old silhouette. Elian moved forward, his gaze catching on the pale seam of a scar behind Remy’s ear, a token from a long-ago act of defiance. He ordered two ales, the sound of glass on wood startlingly loud in the hush, and slid into the chair opposite his friend. The air between them was thick with the scent of sawdust, ale, and unspoken peril. A treac…